...Lips and tongues melded in a hot, wet fusion that seemed to overwhelm every inch of her mind and body. Her hands couldn’t be still and tunneled through his hair, pulling him closer, as if she could absorb him through her skin.

His hands were busy squeezing her butt, skimming down her dress and pulling it up so he could rest his hands on the bare skin of her thighs and then moving slowly higher and higher until he was just below the bottom of her panties.

She felt the blood pumping through her veins as if it were electrified. His hands on her legs were enticing, but it wasn’t enough. She needed him to really touch her. She needed him to caress her pussy lips, tweak her hardening nipples. She moaned, trying to convey her needs with mere sounds because to speak would mean breaking the kiss, and she wasn’t about to give up that delicious discovery.

Either he didn’t understand or was enjoying prolonging her torture. She squirmed, trying to find better purchase against him. Her battle was a little successful as her movements brought her pelvis in closer contact with his. She could feel his erection huge against his abdomen, under his pants.

She pulled away with a goal now firmly in her mind. Sliding off his lap she went down on her knees between his spread legs. She quickly opened his pants and pulled aside his skivvies.

“Oh my,” she whispered in appreciation when she finally saw him.

His cock was rock hard, long and thick. The black hair at the base made it look like a strong, regal fuselage that could take her as high as she wanted to go.

She licked her lips in appreciation before she started kissing him there with slow, tiny, close-mouthed caresses at first. His balls were heavy and she was tempted to do more with them than just caress, but she was so hungry for a taste of him that she knew that would have to wait for another time.

Right now, she had to see how much off this mammoth rod she could get in her mouth. She worked her way back up to the top. She raised her head for one quick look at his face before she began her true mission. Those violet eyes were deeper than ever and so intense she knew he was waiting to see what she had planned to do next. She decided to try a joke, even though her heart was beating so fast it was almost painful.

“Sir, request permission to begin my mission,” she whispered.

His mouth quirked and his nostrils flared, but there was no chuckle. Instead he answered, “Permission granted.”

Sally smiled to herself. She licked her way around the mushroom-shaped head, staying away from his slit, but pleasing herself and him in every other way. The slit was weeping pre-cum, but she didn’t want to rush things. She wanted to enjoy every taste and every sensation on her tongue.

He tasted salty, silky and hot all at once. She began to nibble her way down his shaft, taking special time with the cord of tissue that ran down its middle to his testicles. Using her hands, she tested their full weight, delighting in the way they swelled under her touch.

Then she moved her tongue back up his shaft, drawing a slow, long figure eight against him. By the time she had drawn two, his hips were thrusting and his hand had grabbed a shank of her hair as if to draw her closer to his now steadily leaking tip.